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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Barry_Allen/Wally_West
  Character:
      Barry_Allen, Wally_West
  Additional Tags:
      Roleplay, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Daddy_Kink, Age_Difference, Dominance,
      Bloodplay, Possessive_Behavior, Asphyxiation
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-19 Words: 1022
****** Don't Tell Batman ******
by AeeDee
Summary
     Barry and Wally roleplay as Batman and Robin.
“You’ve been a bad boy,” with another thrust. His voice is hoarse and low, a
rumble meant to intimidate.
But it didn’t provoke that reaction; not exactly. The boy beneath him is
flushed, panting breaths in between words as he whines back, “B-but daddy-” His
eyes fall closed, and with a sharp intake of breath, he feels another hard
thrust spark pain through his body.
Hands digging into the bedsheets, the boy beneath him is rolling his hips as he
pounds into him relentlessly. With a harsh growl, “I’m not your father.".
“But da-”
“Robin,” a harsh growl; another thrust.
“Bruce-”
“Batman,” he’s grinding his teeth, pressing a firm hand against his partner’s
smooth neck. Grips it tightly and pushes down; feels the boy gasp. His eyes
growing wide behind a shadowed domino mask, as he keeps pressing, pressing;
he’s losing breath. Gasping, as he’s feeling the weight, that man shifting his
weight down.
“Bat-” it even hurts to speak, “-man please, I didn’t mean to-”
"Mean to," with a growl the hand is gone, but in its place is a new contact; a
hot breath against his collarbone, a hushed whisper as more words tease him,
rough and heavy, “Didn’t mean to,” he’s pressing his lips against the boy’s
aching skin, “doesn’t fix your mistake.”
“Y-yes,” his voice an uncharacteristically soft whine, even as he’s spreading
his legs open further, to grant the man easier access. He’s speeding up; he’s
speeding up.
A kiss that’s followed with a sharp pain, a stinging against the base of his
neck; he gasps out loud. That voice, “You’ve been a bad boy, Robin.” Another
kiss, a lick, as the boy’s losing his composure, head tilting back as he allows
his lover to devour his neck, with sharp teeth and cruel intent. “What did I
tell you.”
A gasp, “Bruce-”
“Batman,” a hiss, as he bites down hard; hard enough to make the boy yelp out
loud as he shivers. “About that sidekick,” he growls, “Kid Flash-”
“Ah-” he stifles a moan, “Is he a,” shuddering again, as he’s starting to feel
the cock inside him move at a slightly different angle; new sparks of sensation
as his lover shifts position, “bad influence-”
“Awful,” a kiss, open-mouthed and impulsive, as he licks across a sensitive
spot that was cut open by his teeth. He pulls back; watches it heal. Pauses his
breathing; leans forward, and bites into it again. Draws fresh blood. He’s
feeling the body beneath him arch and writhe as he bites it again. Watches the
skin heal. And bites down again. And again. And again.
“B-but,” it’s so difficult to speak, so difficult; “He’s a good- a good
friend,” and this is starting to feel so good, oh God Barry, oh God- “He’s a
good friend, he helps me-”
“Does he touch you,” his mouth travels to his jaw, as he licks and chews his
way towards the boy’s gasping lips, “like I have.”
“N-” he loses the word in another tremble of pleasure; quickly decides on the
wiser choice, “Y-yes. I’m sorry-”
A hiss, and there’s a forceful, aggressive kiss against his mouth. A kiss that
crushes his lips, massaging harshly enough to numb them as the boy pants. A
tongue sliding in and out of his open mouth, and they breathe the same frantic,
hurried breaths-
“Irresponsible,” that deep voice, and his kiss becomes violent; he starts with
chewing on the bottom lip, then migrates to attack both of them, a smothering
kiss that soon draws blood.
Wally is shivering and shaking, a trembling mess as Barry continues to thrust
into him, blood dripping from the edges of his mouth as he moans and arches his
hips up to meet Barry’s insistent cock as it drives into him deeper, harder,
harder and harder. He’s getting close; so close. He’s so close, and Barry is-
Barry breaks the kiss; to lean up and position himself to drive into him
better, attacking with a greater speed as Wally utters a loud moan. Swallowing
blood, a trail of red dripping down his chin as he pants, jaw open, and stares
up at him.
That man; he’s growling, “I have to punish you-”
“Please,” Wally catches himself; “Daddy, please-”
His voice breaks; Barry’s cock vibrating against his prostate, he cries out so
hard he almost screams. A spark of pleasure that’s too strong, too intense and
disorienting of a pain for nearly anyone else.
And when he comes, shaking and trembling, he does so with Barry’s fingers in
his mouth, licking and sucking on them, shivering his way through an orgasm
that leaves him breathless and disoriented.
Barry’s tongue in his mouth again and he’s giving him a deep kiss, his tongue
deep as far as it’ll go as he fucks him and fucks him, moving the bed, its
headboard banging slow and steady against the wall.
When he breaks the kiss, Wally’s whispering a panting whine against the side of
his face, “Daddy-”
Barry slows down; he comes inside him with a low growl, suppressing it with
another sharp bite into his neck. He bites and chews on the sensitive skin as
he empties himself, regressing to lick the healing wound as he feels the
tension fall away.
Gasping; deep breaths, deep breaths.
They share a kiss; a single kiss that’s sentimental and soft.
And when Barry pulls back, a familiar grin returns to his face. He props
himself above his lover and looks down, “You alright, kid?”
“Of course,” with a small smile.
Barry suppresses what appears to be a laugh, as he leans down to gently kiss
the side of his face. A small murmur, “Didn’t realize you had a Daddy kink-”
“Well,” his face is flushing an embarrassing shade of red, as he reaches up and
slides back the mask from over his eyes, trailing his fingers through his hair
as he takes it off. “Dick kind of-”
Barry pauses; has to laugh, that time. “He does?”
Wally clears his throat, almost like he’s embarrassed. “Don’ttellBatman.”
Barry just smirks to himself, and kisses him, “'Course.”
Batman would already know, anyway.
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